He turned back toward the corridor, shrugged, and was about to leave when he heard a clunk. It was nothing more than the sound of a head falling onto a pillow or a softball onto grass, but it was definitely, most assuredly there. He paused and c****d his ear toward the right of the room. Only God could know for sure, but if that hadn’t sounded like it came from the wall…
“Impossible,” Lyle mumbled, but even as he told himself that, something else insisted he check. Go look. Make sure.
There was nothing to hold the curtain back with. If Lyle let it go, he’d be left standing in, at best, nothing more than filtered lighting. At worst, and the assumption Lyle was more likely to believe, the moment the drape fell into place, it would block out all the lighting, and he’d be left standing in co
